I think that time may be nigh.
I'm pretty sure Bob hasn't eaten in days. if he has, it's just a morsel or two of his favourite dried cat food ( I tried fancy human food, chopped a roast chicken, offered human tuna etc, but although inititally interested, he seems unable to eat )
He drinks well, is weeing in the cat box, cleans himself ( although with his muscles wasting, he sometimes falls over.. or stumbles.. doing so ) and purrs when patted.
However, he has confined himself to one room of the house, seems confused, perhaps senile, is suddenly hard-of-hearing, and basically sleeps all day.
Bobby is 18 human-years old. This makes him 126 cat years old.
The week before last, he sunned himself on the deck, stretched sexily in sunbeams, dug & toileted in my garden ( grr! ) and basically was his cat self. This change is sudden, and his decline is rapid.
We fully expected him to fall asleep last week and not wake up .. but he's too strong for all that ( in all the years we've known him - as we adopted him as a stray - he's had only one front tooth and feline aids. The vet said his skin was almost leather from scar tissue from his street-fightin' days )
So i'm thinking maybe the decision will be mine.
It also means we can all be there - a day taken off school. It would be a hard day.
Bob is our last cat, and he outlived the other ( younger ) two.
I'm just not sure how humane it is to allow a pet to survive on water alone, even if he is still 'functioning'.
He weighs as much as a kitten.
Not that you can tell.
The above image was only taken last week.
My mum said I looked sad.
I said 'I am sad'
We're all sad.
Tissue city here.